Solid Gold Scene → Ophelia Rookwood

[Ophelia Rookwood]

"I'm fine." Phe repeated, a little louder this time. Glancing up as Tiff left, the brunette sighed somewhat heavily, her hand moving to rub at the back of her neck again.

Looking up as Tiff returned, Phe gave her a weakened smile, head shaking. "I've already had so many potions today I think if I have another I might do more damage than good." She answered, her voice soft but true. "Thank you, though." Inhaling heavily, Phe dropped her hand into her lap. "I'll be alright, really. I've felt worse."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She rolled her eyes a little, holding the bottle out more insistently. 

"Honestly, do you think I'd be giving it to you if it would make things worse?" she paused for a moment, considering their 'family values', then shook her head, hair tumbling off of her shoulders & hanging in front of her loosely. "Don't answer that. Drink."

[Ophelia Rookwood]

Phe sighed a little softly, taking the bottle from her. She raised an eyebrow at Tiff, small smile forming at the corner of her mouth. "How much are we betting on that?" Phe answered, letting her brow fall before pressing the bottle to her lip. She hesitated for a moment before knocking it back and swallowing in one gulp.

[Tiffany Lestrange]

It wasn't anything particularly complex, a simple cure to nausea and light-headedness, but it had become better known as a hangover cure. Granted, that wasn't exactly what Ophelia was suffering from, but it would help the same symptoms nonetheless.

"If it does actually start making you grow feathers or something ridiculous, let me know. I'll.. ok, well I'll mock you. But then I'll help." she assured her, her tone surprisingly playful. 

[Ophelia Rookwood]

"That's not my concern." Phe replied simply as she moved her hand to rest her chin in it, her gaze following Tiff slowly. "Ha-ha. I'm sure that wont happen." She replied, almost cracking a smile.

She sat, simply for a couple of minutes, her head resting in order to get past the feeling she had. She gulped a few times, still feeling somewhat nauseous. Leaning forward and picking the bin up, the brunette started coughing, her head tilting forwards as she spat a mouthful of red sticky blood like substance into the bin. Wincing, she lifted her head and moved her arm to wipe at her mouth with the end of her jumper sleeve.

[Tiffany Lestrange]

Tiffany sat up sharply & peered over the edge of the bucket curiously, before leaning back & frowning.

"Not what I was expecting, but it could have been something living, so I'll take what I get." she transfered herself to the couch Ophelia was on, instead, & used her teeth to unravel the small leather string wrapped around her wrist, her free hand already messily gathering her cousin's hair back into a loose pile. 

"You're not pregnant, are you?" she asked, her voice muffled as she spoke through her teeth around the leather, before successfully unwinding it from her arm & using it to tie Ophelia's hair back, gently. She was clearly in some sort of routine-mode, as she'd been through a similar song & dance with Esma many a time.

[Ophelia Rookwood]

Phe inhaled heavily as she coughed again, spitting more of the red substance into the bin with a heavy sigh. "It's nothing." Phe spoke, super quietly as she let out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a split second.

"Pregnant?" She asked, sounding almost surprised that the thought had come to Tiff. "No, definitely not. Just had a crazy few days, too much potion mixing." She added, spitting into the bin as she let out another heavy exhale. "I'll be alright." Turning her head to look at Tiff, she gave her a weakened, forced smile. "Thank you."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

"Is that blood?" Tiffany questioned curiously - she'd been sure that was what it was, up until she'd mentioned mixing potions, now she was just worried that it was some sort of horrible chemical mixture that had no place in a human body whatsoever.

"At least it's coming out of your system, that's probably good, right?" she asked, peering into the bucket curiously again - clearly she wasn't easily grossed out.

[Ophelia Rookwood]

Ophelia buried her head in the bin as she coughed again, a little harder this time before gipping and spitting out yet more of the substance. "I'm assuming so. Blood and other stuff-" She shrugged, not seeming all that concerned. "I'll walk it off." She laughed again, weakly.

Resting her head against the edge of the bin, the brunette exhaled softly, her tongue dampening her lower lip as she shrugged her shoulders. "I think I need to keep as much blood inside me as I possibly can."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

"I'd share if I could." she said honestly. If she could drain one of her kills to keep her family healthy, she would. Even if it was family that she sometimes butted heads with. Her tone was surprisingly concerned - she felt like she had been growing closer to Ophelia than she was used to, these last few weeks. It wasn't something she was opposed to, she could use as much family as possible.

"If you need anything.." she trailed off awkwardly, leaning back a little & wondering if she'd tied the leather piece well enough to keep the other girl's hair back. 

[Ophelia Rookwood]

"Thanks." She spoke softly, sounding somewhat tired and drained as she laid her head forwards again, eyes closing for a moment as she inhaled deeply. "I'm alright, really. I can deal with this, it's nothing." Shrugging and feeling a little better, Phe placed the bin down on the floor by her feet and grimaced at the sight in the bottom of it. Shuffling, she reached for her wand in the top of her stockings and flicket it at the bin, cleaning it out with one simple mutter of a spell.

"I'll be alright." She repeated, head turning to give Tiff a small smile as she wiped at her mouth with her sleeve again. "M'just gonna go get some coffee or something from the great hall, line my stomach or whatever." Rubbing her forehead, she let out another heavy breath. "Wanna come? It'll be quiet for a while longer, you can just pick at whatever you fancy."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

Tiff watched her cousin, then shifted in her seat as her stomach squirmed hopefully at the idea of food. She'd avoided heading down to the hall that morning due to the victory feast that the Hufflepuffs were in the middle of - they'd completely destroyed Ravenclaw on the quidditch pitch the night before - and then had been holed up in the library during lunch, unable to find the energy to eat anything. She'd been trying to sleep through dinner.

"That sounds amazing, actually." she admitted, standing up & offering Ophelia her arm to hoist herself up as well, should she decide that she needed it. 

[Ophelia Rookwood]

"Yeah?" Phe asked, sounding almost surprised at Tiffs answer. Taking her arm lightly she used her other hand to push herself up, giving her a moment to stay on her feet before exhaling, deciding she felt okay enough to move. "Just need to move these upstairs-" she gestured towards the bags as she spoke before leaning to grab them. "Give me two minutes."

Walking up the stairs, Phe carefully held the wall as she headed up to her dorm, dropping her bags off on her bed and returning a few minutes later. She still looked a little zoned out but she was standing on her feet and walking so a sure sign she was feeling somewhat better.

"Ready?" Phe questioned, heading for the portrait hole.

[Tiffany Lestrange]

"Yes, & so are you by the looks of it. I'll be straight with you, you look like shit." Tiff informed her. She wasn't much better herself, really, in fact maybe a little worse considering her mental health, but that small nap she'd managed to grab seemed to have shocked some life into her, at least. 

"What got you like this?" she asked innocently, falling into step with the other girl.

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ooc. trying to make graphics is killing me

[Ophelia Rookwood]

Phe sniffled slightly as she once again reached to wipe at her mouth with her jumper. "Yeah? Thanks." She said, forcing out a laugh as she carefully pulled the leather band out of her hair, letting her long brunette locks cover over her shoulders. "I just need coffee and I'll perk up, I'm sure."

Biting down on her lower lip, Phe shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, you know, just worn myself down, that's all." She lied, though, didn't miss a beat as she spoke, her voice not wavering to give herself away.

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ooc. it's looking good though! i prefer it over all of the pink!